When they had greeted each other in this fashion, they sat and looked at each other for a little while. The house-mouse moved her big ears to and fro; and the wood-mouse did the same, out of courtesy, but her ears were not nearly so big. On the other hand, she had more hairs in her tail than her cousin, so that pretty well made up for the ears. Then the house-mouse said:
"Life is lovely."
"Do you think so, cousin?" said the wood-mouse.
And she looked as though she were of a very different opinion, but too polite to say so outright.
"Yes, I do, cousin," replied the house-mouse. "I have just got my last seven youngsters off my hands. And every evening the young mistress puts a piece of sugar outside my hole for me. And the forester and the cat are both so old that they positively can"t see when I run through the room. And yesterday an old lady arrived whose name is Petronella. And she"s as frightened of me as though she were a mouse and I a cat. When she sees me, she screams and gathers up her skirts and jumps on a chair, old as she is. This amuses the young lady who gives me the sugar immensely, so I like doing it. And, for the matter of that, I needn"t even trouble to come out. This morning, I was sitting in my hole while they were drinking tea. Then my young mistress cried, "There"s the mouse!" and in a jiffy Aunt Petronella was up on the chair, though I wasn"t there at all. I tell you, it"s great fun."
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"I daresay, cousin," said the wood-mouse. "And I"m very glad indeed that you"ve such a good time."
"And haven"t you just as good a time?" asked the house-mouse. "Living in the green wood and hearing the birds sing all day long? No cat and no mouse-traps?"
"Yes, it"s all right about the birds," said the wood-mouse. "And about the cats too. But you mustn"t think on that account, cousin, that this is a sort of paradise. I hear very little of the birds down where I live; and I may as well admit that I don"t bother my head about them.
Besides, there are one or two awkward customers among them, such as the crow, for instance, and the rook and the jackdaw, who all belong to the same family. Not to speak of the stork and the buzzard, for whom a wood-mouse is a mere mouthful."
"Yes, I know," said the house-mouse. "Well, we all have our worries.
And, at any rate, you don"t have the cat. She"s the trickiest of the lot."
"Is she?" said the wood-mouse. "Well, you may be right. But we have the fox out here, you know, who is pretty cunning, in addition to the marten and the polecats, who are the blood-thirstiest animals that you can think of. No, taken all round, believe me, it"s not so pleasant to be a wood-mouse. And it"s very likely that what is your good fortune is just my misfortune!"
"Why, how can that be, cousin?" asked the house-mouse. "I can"t understand it and I should be sorry to think so."
"Well, you see, it"s not a thing that _you_ can help," said the wood-mouse. "Heaven forbid! You have always been a first-rate cousin; I don"t deny it for a moment. But I expect the reason why you have a good time is that you live with an old gentleman like your forester. The natural consequence is a cat and a sweet young daughter who gives you sugar. Perhaps it would not be so pleasant for you if the forester died and a new one came who was younger. His wife might be too fond of her sugar to care to give you any. His children might set traps for you and torture you. And he might have a young cat, who would get her claws into you and eat you."
"You are very likely right," said the house-mouse. "All the more reason why I should value my good fortune while it lasts. But, all the same, I can"t understand how my good fortune can be your misfortune."
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"Oh, it"s not so difficult to understand as all that!" said the wood-mouse. "You see, when a forester is very old, he looks after the wood badly. He is no longer able to shoot and, taken all round, he knows nothing about what goes on out of doors. The result is that there is such an immense number of foxes and martens and polecats and buzzards out here that one of us can hardly stir from her hole without risking her life. Now, if a new and young forester were to come, you can easily understand what a change that would make in things."
"Oh yes!" said the house-mouse. "Now I understand! But tell me, cousin, don"t you think the new forester would also go for the mice, if he could? It seems to me I have heard the old one say that the mice are the wood"s worst enemies. And it must be the wood-mice he means. For I don"t know of any harm that I do to the wood."
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The wood-mouse set up her tail and shook her little head sorrowfully:
"Cousin," she said, "you have touched me on my very sorest point."
"I am really sorry, cousin," said the house-mouse. "But it appears to me that it was you who began to talk about it."
"So it was, cousin," said the wood-mouse. "And we don"t do any good by holding our tongues. You see, cousin, there is a great deal of wickedness in this world; and we have to put up with it. But it"s pretty hard when it comes from one"s relations."
"That"s true, cousin," said the house-mouse. "Are there really any of your relations who do you any harm?"
"Harm?" said the wood-mouse. "I daresay that those of whom I"m thinking don"t think of doing me any harm. But they do so for this reason, that they behave themselves in such a way that we have to suffer for it. And, as far as relationship is concerned, they are your relations as well as mine."
"But who are they, cousin?" asked the house-mouse. "Tell me, quickly. I have no notion of whom you"re thinking."
"I"m thinking of the field-mouse," said the wood-mouse, with a deep sigh.
The house-mouse was silent for a moment, out of respect for the other"s emotion. And presently the wood-mouse began to speak of her own accord:
"The field-mouse is our cousin, cousin, our own first cousin. There"s no denying the fact. But I must confess that I think she does the family no credit. She is preposterously greedy. And her absurd gluttony injures all of us. The tale is that the mice have done it. And so they have. But who thinks of asking which mouse it is that has done it? Is it you? No.
You mind your own business indoors, in the house. Of course, you nibble at a ham or a loaf or an old cheese or anything that comes your way.
That"s only reasonable. One has to live; and goodness knows what might be said of the way in which human beings get their food, if the matter were looked into."
"What you say is an absolute fact," said the house-mouse. "I have often thought, when I have been nibbling at a ham, that, if I was a thief, then the forester, whose ham it was, was neither more nor less than a murderer. Well ... and then they have the cat and the mouse-trap and all the rest of their cunning, so they"re all right. A poor mouse has to think very hard and to risk her life pretty well every hour of the day if she is to provide herself with food."
"Just so," said the wood-mouse. "It"s not you. Then who is it? Is it I?
No, I mind my business as you mind yours. Of course, I take nuts and beech-mast and acorns, when they fall; and I admit that I am a regular whale for fir-cones. That fresh fir-seed is about the nicest thing I know. So I gnaw the cones in two and eat the seeds; and then they are gone when the forester wants them to sow firs with. But that is only reasonable. I must live as well as he and there are quite enough firs in the world. And I won"t deny I may eat a bit of root once in a way, in the spring, when the roots are quite fresh. But what then?
The forester himself is fond of vegetables, so he really need not grudge me a few."
"Certainly not," said the house-mouse. "You are quite right, cousin. You only do what we all do."
"Thank you for that kind word, cousin," said the wood-mouse. "I think it"s only fair. Well, just as he has the cat and the mouse-trap for you, if you become too indiscreet, so he has the fox and the crow and the polecat and the marten and the stork and, above all, the owl for me. You can"t imagine what a terribly cunning enemy the owl is. One simply can"t hear him flying. One can"t see him either, for he only comes at night and his colours are dark. And they all see as well at night as an ordinary body does in broad daylight. And he has all these fellows gratis. The cat and the trap he has to buy. But his forest-police he gets for nothing."
"That"s true," said the house-mouse.
"Therefore it"s not I either," said the wood-mouse. "It"s not you and it"s not I. Shall I tell you who it is? It"s our cousin, the field-mouse. The mice have done it, the story goes. And who are the mice? It"s the field-mouse. But he is not the only one who has to be prosecuted and punished. Any one bearing the name of mouse is mercilessly and ruthlessly struck down. People are so stupid. They can see no difference. And I don"t know how to teach them any better. It"s too bad!"
"But, cousin," said the house-mouse, "you haven"t told me yet what the field-mouse does that the rest of us are blamed for. It must be something shocking to upset you so."
"Indeed, the forester is more upset than I am," said the wood-mouse.
"And I don"t deny that he has every reason to be. You see, just round the corner is a beautiful, green forest-glade. The deer come out here and graze, early in the morning, and they drink from a brook that runs through the glade. It makes a charming picture. I have seen it myself on many a fine summer morning, when I have come home rejoicing at my good luck in escaping the owl and the other ruffians. Well, the forester is particularly fond of the glade, because he uses it for his horses. He makes hay there. And it"s the loveliest forest-hay that you can imagine."
"Yes, I know," said the house-mouse. "I saw him carting hay into the barn last year."
"Yes, but there will be no hay this year," said the wood-mouse. "You see, cousin, some time ago the glade began to wither and turn yellow. It became yellower and yellower every day. The keeper came and told the forester. They were out the other day looking at it. Then they discovered that all the gra.s.s-roots were eaten up or gnawed through.
They were able to roll up the whole gra.s.sy surface like a carpet; and they did so. I was sitting at the edge of the wood myself, looking on.
The gra.s.s was gone and the hay and everything; and the field-mouse had done it."
"Our cousin must be awfully hungry," said the house-mouse. "Or perhaps he has a big family."
"Both," said the wood-mouse. "Both. He is awfully greedy and he always has the house full of children. Well, that doesn"t concern us: it"s his affair. But, when those silly men mix us up in it, lump us all together with Cousin Field-Mouse and persecute us and kill us for what he has done, I tell you, cousin, then it _does_ concern us!"
"That"s true," said the house-mouse.
They sat on; and neither spoke. It was getting on towards evening; and both of them had to go to work when it grew dark. Summer was almost over, so the wood-mouse had begun to collect her winter-stores. She did not lie torpid like the hedgehog or the bat and she could not fly to Africa like the stork and the swallow, so she had to have her store-room filled, if she did not wish to suffer want. She had already collected a good deal of beech-mast. But the nuts were not ripe yet and, if she took them before they were ripe, they were no good to her.
And the house-mouse also chose night for going to the larder. Even though her young mistress did nothing to her, nevertheless she dared not be over-impudent, but always waited until she was certain that she would not be disturbed.
"Yes," said the wood-mouse, "we must start toiling for our daily bread again. At any rate, you are better off than I, cousin, for the present, as you don"t have the winter to think about. You"re snug indoors, close to the forester"s larder."
"I am," said the house-mouse. "And there is almost more in the larder in the winter than in the summer."